Sunday, September 12, 2004

Sadness, internet superstar friend is leaving for happier lands tomorrow, and taking all of her strappy heels with her.
I thought I'd let her add some parting words. I cannot be held accountable for what is written herein, even though I transcribed it, and I do not endorse this statement, though the president and the swift boat veterans might:
"I have found in Sid more than a friend, more than a confidante, more than someone that I can share sesame noodles with on a work-filled Saturday night: I have found a pornographer. Who would have known that this unassuming, kind, buxom bevy of a girl had more under her Star Trek belt than an Ivy League degree. Having expected that she would regale me with tales of Dostoevsky, I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was just as at home making my big butt look bigger, and nothing could have made me more happy. And it is with great pride that I can say we have not only dodged errant rodents in 88 Noodle House and ordered far too expensive deli food in the wee hours of the morning, delved through piles of glorious shoes at the mecca we call Rainbow, and hit every single Starbuck's from the UWS to Macy's; we have made the world a far better place. Because it is about more than making a fat tummy fatter; it is about more than making big boobs bigger; it is about pride. For each and every letter I get from a man appreciating the grandiosity of my bodacious succulence, I also receive letters from women who are touched by the utter revelry which has been captured by this girl we call Sid."
If you'd like more internet superstar friend, you can always visit her here, but not if you're under 18.
Bye bye, ISF. Have fun in gay Paree!

3 Comments:

It's about plump pride man, and, um, plugging her website. Hey, I stand by my guest blogger. And I thought the title was pretty cool. Though I openly take issue with being called a buxom bevy of anything...

Ha - Loved the post from ISF, and hearing about your gourmet treks around NYC. Sounds like you have had tons of fun! Now she can try those divine hot chocolates in Paris that everyone keeps telling me about. Mmmmm... hot choco-late!